While I am not going to blog about what has been going on here at Chez Interrupted, I can show you this:
Beautiful and useful socks, born from a shit-storm. It will never ever cease to amaze me how the comforting act of knitting produces an object that is, itself, comforting. And while I will probably always remember these as the socks I knit while riding an emotional roller coaster, I will also remember how they brought me perfect moments of peace and stillness.
Also, they are sparkly.